Sawyer, Rita - Her Mr. Wrong [What Are Friends For 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

you…” She couldn’t call him what she wanted to in public, so she clamped her lips shut tight.
    “Let’s take this somewhere more private.” He took her hand and pulled her toward the nearby staircase.
    “Where are you taking me?” She followed him up the stairs, knowing she should be refusing.
    “Some place where we won’t be disturbed.” He stopped in front of the first door and shoved it open. “After you.”
    “Maybe you’re already disturbed. I’m not going in there alone with you.”
    She let out a squeak as he reached forward and lifted her off her feet. He carried her inside and kicked the door shut behind them.
    “You can put me down now.”
    Slade jostled her a bit, and she threw her arms around his neck to keep from falling to the floor. “I kind of like you right where you are.”
    Amy growled and squirmed until he let her go. “How did you find out I was going to be here? I didn’t even know until twenty minutes ago.”
    “I’m not going to tell you again that us both showing up here tonight was just a happy twist of fate.”
    “And the wine?”
    “I can’t help it if Elias wanted to make sure a reporter in his new establishment received the best possible service.”
    “So it was sent for Sadie’s benefit, not mine?” It seemed possible she just might have overreacted a little bit.
    “Was it delivered to you? If I want you to have something, I’ll give it to you myself, not have it delivered to your friends.” No wonder his sister gave him such a hard time if he used that cocky tone of voice when he talked to her.
    “You won’t be giving me anything.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “Okay, that may not have come out the way I intended. What I meant was I’m not the type of guy who has to send other people to do things for him.” He stepped toward her, and she retreated.
    “Good, now that that’s settled, I’ll be getting back to my friends.” She moved for the door, but he was quicker.
    He pressed the palm of his hand at the top of the door and leaned against it. The move kept her trapped for two simple reasons. First being, he was bigger. Second, he was stronger. That didn’t mean she couldn’t get out of there if she wanted to.
    “Oh no, pixie, you’ve been avoiding me all week, and I want to know, why?” His question wasn’t unreasonable, and it was very easy to answer.
    Amy knew there was only one thing to do. Lie. “I’m not a pixie, and I’ve been busy.”
    “Too busy to return a phone call. Even a quick text would have sufficed. I think there’s another reason.” The cocky tone was back, but this time he had the right to use it.
    There was no reason for him to know it, though. Between Amy and her friends, they had dated enough guys to know how to turn just about any situation in their favor. She guessed he thought she was afraid of what she felt for him, and to a point, he was right. She had a few choices. Turning the tables wouldn’t work on him, but a sting to his pride might.
    “Actually there was. I felt guilty for what happened the other night at the shop. I was curious to see if I’d feel that same zing I felt when you kissed me at Lainey’s wedding. So when you where sitting there so close and trying so hard to charm me, I figured, why not.” She shrugged her shoulders for emphasis.
    “And?” he asked with a smile.
    “Well, it was nice, but I guess I just built that first kiss up in my mind.” She turned away and ran her finger along the top of the big, wooden bookshelf that took up most of one wall and let out a little sigh. “Maybe it could have been the alcohol.”
    He frowned. “You weren’t drunk. Are you saying my…our kiss didn’t reach your standards?”
    Oh, he was playing right into her hands. “Like I said, it was okay.”
    “Amy, look at me.” It wasn’t a request, and she knew it, but chose to ignore it anyway.
    “You’re right, though, I wasn’t drunk the first time you kissed me. I wasn’t drunk